“Your guess is as good as mine.” His phone rang, and he pulled it from his pocket, glancing at it. “I’ve gotta take this.” He put his phone to his ear. “What’s up, Preach?” His brows slanted, and he headed for Zeke.

“Mads!” Steph, a curvy brunette with hot-pink streaks in her hair, waved her over to the table with the other girls as Zander and Maverick walked past, heading for Blaine and Zeke. Steph looked sexy in cutoffs, a long-sleeved red V-neck that had CURVALICIOUS printed across her chest, and a leather harness.

“Look at you all harnessed up,” Madigan said.

“I know, right?” Steph said. “Can you believe I got Sid to join us?”

“I can’t believe Gunner let her out of the house in those leather pants,” Madigan said. “You look hot, Sid.”

“Thanks, but he didn’t exactly let me out,” Sid said. She was lean and fit, with wavy brown hair cut just above her shoulders. She never liked being the center of attention and preferred T-shirts and jeans to dresses or skirts. “I didn’t even get out of the bedroom before he had them off me and tried to make me wear him like a second skin. The horny bastard.”

The girls laughed.

“You love it,” Chloe said.

“More than you know,” Sid said. “He’s at the gym right now, working off his excess energy, because Steph showed up before he could plunder me.”

Steph reached for a cookie. “Sorry for the cockblock.”

“Clamjam,” Madigan corrected, gaining odd looks from the others. “What? It’s like cockblocking for girls.”

“I told you it sounds grosser than cockblock,” Marly said.

“Fine.” Madigan glanced at the table, amused that Chloe had carried the BDSM theme to the food.

There were cookies shaped like a woman’s body from neck to thigh, frosted with purple-and-pink lace-up bustiers and matching panties, pink lace garters with purple panties and tassle-covered nipples, and a variety of other sexy lingerie. Miniature heart-shaped peach pies were frosted to look like women’s butts with colorful thongs, and then there was cleverly labeled Dip Your Meat cheese fondue, complete with penis-shaped meats, and an Eat All Night platter of tacos. The pièce de résistance was the use of BDSM accoutrements. Leather cuffs were used as cup holders, a ball gag circled a bowl of chips, feather ticklers rose from vases like naughty bouquets, and handcuffs, whips, and other toys dangled from ropes and chains around the edge of the table.

“This is amazing.” Madigan reached for a cookie. “Chloe, did you make these?”

“No. I had everything catered by Evie’s sister Brandy. But the Dip Your Meat was Justin’s idea.”

“Of course it was,” Madigan said.

“Okay, that’s it. I seriously need a man in my life.” Marly grabbed a tickler and waved it at the girls. “Do you think this thing works like a magic wand?”